Elena intentionally dismissed all the people who approached her to create a chance for Charlotte to approach her. She knew her sister might be a jerk, but she was smart. She wouldn’t let jealousy get in the way of connection or money. She had planned things out—she had someone mix a little bit of vodka into all tequila drinks. She knew that Charlotte only drank tequila because she was allergic to other liquor ingredients like potatoes.
She made sure the quantity wouldn’t be enough to cause anaphylaxis. Because of the tight security, she had planned the operation weeks earlier when they were still transporting the drinks.
And just as she predicted, her sister walked up to her with the intention of kissing up to her to make her a friend, but she didn’t expect Charlotte to be so disgusting as to use her as an excuse to gain favor from people.
“This trick must have worked for her a lot,” Elena thought before replying to Charlotte.
“Tell me more.”
“I remember vividly how it happened. I had gone out with some friends, and on my way back, I met up with Adrian, who was about to happily rush into the house to see his fiancée. I called on him and suggested we walk together. But to our dismay, we overheard Elena’s conversation with Lucas.
She was confessing her love to him, and Lucas was reprimanding her. She pushed him onto the bed and tried forcing herself on him, but Lucas wasn’t giving in. It was a heartbreaking scene for both Adrian and me. Just as I was about to leave and Adrian was about to burst into the room in anger, we heard a gunshot. It was Elena—she shot and killed Lucas. I was so shocked that if Adrian hadn’t held my mouth, I would have screamed, and probably, we both would be dead by now…” she narrated while sniffing, but it seemed to her that Celine wasn’t falling for it.
“Such a vivid description. No wonder everyone believed her. If I wasn’t the victim, I would have believed her too. I was too confused to explain the situation then, so of course, an explanation like this would win the case. How did I end up with such a cold-hearted and ruthless sister?”
“But why didn’t she dispose of the body immediately? I heard that she fell asleep with the body,” Elena asked.
“She was probably thinking it was still late at night, so she would dispose of it before anyone found out,” Charlotte explained.
“Hmmm… how heartless. Do you think that by any chance your sister was drunk?”
“No, she never drinks. So she wasn’t drunk… ugh.” Charlotte immediately held her stomach in pain.
“Hm? Miss Charlotte, are you okay?” Elena asked.
“I… I am f… fine.” Charlotte’s face began to turn red as she struggled to breathe. She immediately ran into the bathroom, and without making a scene, Elena followed her.
“Miss Charlotte, you don’t look fine. Is it a result of the memory? I’m sorry if I’m the cause of all this…”
“N… no, it’s all fine, just gimme a minute. I’ll be fine,” Charlotte said.
“O… okay, if you say so. Let me help you to the sink so you can wash your face.”
……
Meanwhile, in the event center, Damien looked around and couldn’t find Charlotte nor Elena. He smirked and then went ahead and approached Adrian.
“You look good—better than you were ten years ago,” Damien said, calling for Adrian’s attention.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Vance. Thanks for the compliment. What can I say? It was a mourning time for all of us, and like you believe that the dead should be left to rest, I believe that the evil should have no lingering memory in my life,” Adrian said.
“Oh… that’s a nice perspective. Tell me, what do you think of my wife? Is she pretty?” Damien asked an unexpected question.
“S… Sir Damien, is that supposed to be a question? Your wife is literally the star of tonight’s event.”
“Curious as to how I met her?” Damien asked.
“I’d be pleased to hear that, sir.” Adrian bowed, making Damien look at him and smirk.
“I’ll tell you that when I’m being celebrated, but it’s your moment. So tell me about how you’re doing and if I could provide you with any assistance.”
………..
“How do you feel?” Elena asked.
“I feel much better. Thank you very much, Miss Celine,” Charlotte appreciated.
“It’s no problem. I’ll do anything for family.”
Charlotte looked at her.
“Yes, you said earlier that we would have been family. I don’t think anything stops us now from being family,” Elena said with a gentle smile.
“Miss… I’m grateful. I’ll never forget this title. Can I call you big sis?” Charlotte’s excitement took a turn Elena didn’t expect.
“Big sis? That’s not right, considering what your sister already did. You should call me Aunty,” Elena said.
Charlotte, at first, felt it would be humiliating, but since it was a family bond and Elena looked older than her, people would just judge it as a playful title.
“Sure, Aunty.”
“So what do you think is the problem? Were you sick?” Elena asked.
“No, I don’t think so. But I’m allergic to other alcohols, not tequila. I don’t understand—I took tequila but had an allergic reaction.”
“To think she’d be so stupid to give away her health condition like that… I guess I thought too highly of her,” Elena thought.
“Apart from me, who else knows this?” Elena asked.
“Only Adrian. I only told you this secret because I trust you.”
“Only Adrian, you say…” Elena thought for a moment and then spoke.
“Say, don’t you think your husband is trying to get you out of the picture so he can own your company? Since your company still runs with your family name, he’s probably not happy,” Elena said.
“Aunty… how could you imagine something so absurd? Adrian isn’t like that. He works for the company with his life. Even when I told him to open another one, he insisted on working only on this one.”
“Isn’t that even more of a reason it should be suspicious? Look, I’m not accusing him of anything, but I think your husband must have tampered with your drink. Here…” Elena said and brought out her phone.
“Watch this video and tell me what you think. I have a friend who’s a security personnel here. He found something suspicious using the CCTV camera. He sent it to me and asked me to be careful,” Elena said as she showed a video of Adrian giving a vodka drink to one of the stewards. Later, the steward mixed it with a tequila drink, which was served to Charlotte.
Elena already knew that Charlotte would be too mad to pay attention to details in a video showing clear evidence like that. She could control envy or jealousy, but she couldn’t control her anger.
“That… that bastard!!!” Charlotte yelled and stormed out of the bathroom, obviously losing her sense of reasoning and going to confront Adrian. Elena had successfully completed her first mission—planting the seed that would grow to break down their trust in each other.
“Charlotte, Charlotte!” Elena called, pretending to try to stop her.
“That’s right, go on ahead and give me a show worth watching!”
Elena POVThe event was winding down, that quiet lull just before people started making polite exits, when this happened.At first, it was just a flicker. Someone’s head dipped. Then another. The soft glow of phone screens started popping up all over the ballroom like fireflies. People went still, brows furrowed.Then came the gasps.Not loud. Just enough to shift the mood like the air pressure had dropped.I felt it before I saw it. That tight, pulsing awareness that something was about to explode. My fingers curled around the stem of my champagne glass. Beside me, Damien didn’t move, but I felt him tense.“What the hell…?” someone whispered from across the room.Murmurs followed, growing louder. Like a wave. You could feel it rolling toward us.And then someone said it clearly as a bell:“Oh my god. That’s Adrian.”Silence. The kind that sucks the air right out of the room.Across the ballroom, Charlotte stood frozen, phone in her hand. Her expression was unreadable at first. Then h
Elena POVAdrian extended his hand, the smile on his face bordering on arrogant. “Care to steal her for a dance?”I felt Damien’s hesitation ripple through his body like an aftershock. His hand twitched against my waist, as if unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away. Then, slowly—grudgingly—he let go.“Okay,” he said, his voice tight. “Go ahead.”My eyes snapped to him. “What?” I whispered, incredulous. But he was already stepping back, jaw locked, eyes refusing to meet mine.I turned to Adrian, swallowing the sick taste rising in my throat. The man standing before me was the man I once watched destroy everything I loved he was grinning like a wolf with blood on its teeth. He had no idea who I was. My new face, my new name, and the carefully sculpted mask I wore—it had worked.He didn’t recognize the woman he’d helped ruin.I slid my hand into his with a composure I didn’t feel.“For the cameras,” I told myself.The ballroom melted into gold and motion again as we began to da
Elena POV“This is Celine Vance. My wife and the love of my life.”The world stopped. I didn’t blink. I couldn’t blink.Cameras flashed like lightning strikes. Reporters surged forward, mics stretching toward us like vines. I stood beside Damien, my heart a caged bird, pounding against its prison. I hated crowds—hated the press even more. They reminded me of that courtroom, the echoing silence just before the judge uttered “guilty.” The day my life was sentenced to death.“Is it true you murdered Damien Vance’s brother?”The words sliced through me like a blade. My lungs closed up. My chest burned. A panic attack clawed at the edges of my mind, but then—Damien laced his fingers through mine.The touch was gentle, but I felt the tremor in his hand. Subtle. Real. It grounded me—anchored me in this elaborate lie we were living. A performance as carefully choreographed as a ballet.This wasn’t spontaneous. It was planned. Calculated.I tilted my head slightly toward him, just enough to l
ELENA’S POVWe approached the Dior store, where a small group of staff were already waiting for us outside. “Welcome, Mr Vance, Miss Celine. We’re honored to have you,” the store manager greeted, bowing with the rest of the staff as they led us in. I looked behind me, watching as they all moved about like clockwork, one turning over the open sign over and locking the store, others going to different areas in the store to bring out several collections of outfits. Like they were expecting us.Like, Damien had bought the whole store for today.He sure is speaking the language of money. Maybe I should make good use of it and shop to my heart’s content.After the third hour, I looked ready to die. Die from trying out so many dresses. I huffed as the staff got me out of yet another gown and shoved another into the changing room where I was. I was ready to break down in tears if I tried one more gown, or one more jewelry to pair with it, who knew a day would come when shopping could bore m
ELENA’S POVI blinked, confused. What was he saying? What was he implying with his words? What the hell am I hearing as soon as I wake up? He was staring deep into my eyes, even as he said those words. It must have been my imagination, but I could see the raw emotions expressly written in the hazel glow of his eyes as the rays of the sun rested on them. It was safe to say, in spite of my fear, I was drawn in, shaken to my core. But was I hallucinating? Imagining this feeling? My chest tightened, and each breath burn into my lungs. What was this feeling, if I could say I was imagining it all. I blinked again, still in a maze from his words, like I could blink away the many emotions running through me. I could feel it now, the longer we sat silently, staring at each other. A wave of tension brushed against my skin, evoking a prickling sensation that ran down my spine. The silence, I could say, was thick and heavy, the type that didn’t need words to say everything it needed to. I shi
ELENA’S POVI could hear loud voices and arguments. We were in a club and I blinked wondering how I ended up here. But I ran towards the sound, rushing in quickly to find out what was wrong. I saw Charlotte and Adrian on one side of the room. Adrian was shielding my sister with his hands with a look of disdain in his eyes toward the other person in the room. “HEY!” I shrieked and the three pairs of eyes turned to face me. “What are you doing?” I questioned the intruder. “He’s just a stalker,” Charlotte was quick to speak. The new person cursed loudly. “What the fuck? You’re calling me a stalker. You’ve been such a bitch the last couple of days. You think I won’t tell her?” he threatened and Charlotte’s eyes grew wide. Even Adrian’s expression darkened. “Leave here, now,” she commanded, finally bold enough to throw jacket guy out. When he won’t budge, she screamed, grabbing a bottle and smashed it against the table. Jacket guy’s expression changed to shock and he backed away. I st